A Curse

I dreamed I lived a perfect life trapped in the glass
Saw the world through tiny slices, Little patterns floating past
Like one thousand useless names, all the same
That were floating past your face, disembodied in my hand

I'll push it down, push it down, push it down, push it down
I push it down, push it down
But you're still hanging around, hanging around
Hanging around, hanging around
It's hard to be present
In these moments that we share
Sending songs through numbers
Streams that deafen into the air
I wish I was there
Wish I was there
Wish I was there

Touch me and lift this curse
Pull breath from my lips
Wake me up

Touch me and lift this curse
Pull breath from my lips
Wake me up



Credits
Writer(s): Wastefellow
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